All my memories are implants they feel weirdly solid painful inside my head did you get that tan on Venus Medusa does her best to trip me up I ignore her kick the legs off a chair this place is full of jazz bastards do you want some violence everything is transferable by touchher skin was living cellophane forthright in its opinions imagine what you could do with a night plunger

Medusa ran a punctuation racket her enforcers were regular with their collections I often saw them when I was on my milk round it was a shake-down bastardsleft a coconut size hole in the radiator